A coating of life emits, with created colors satisfying our desired pleasures.
Choice is a pull of forces, created by the same, yet separated by the all – illusions providing individuality.
Our “one” looks through coated scrutiny, dimmed by these illusions yet striving for a constant, which is never attainable.
Ailments provide deprecated glimpses into truth, but these short lived nuances are easily forgotten – voided by the next moment’s coming.
But with all these knowings, I look for you, amid the created life, regardless of wanted benefit or lack thereof.
Separation of malleable concrete with efforts to navigate these paradoxical burdens for a co-created illusion I once knew – my illusion lost into the isolated memory that is held with firm pleasure.
Feelings whom desire apathy, yet no resolution is granted thus I attempt in self-indulgence to keep hostages for the beating that rivals from within.
This I cherish – with lacerated void for that which I hold dear.
But I keep trying.
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